Specifically, as in having memories from being younger than 3 years old and even further
I orient myself’s own timeline upon some early-childhood memories, but some people have questioned it as false memory… which, understandable
But I can draw the layout of every house I’ve lived in, who’s room was who’s, where furniture was, certain events (like having gum melt in my diaper, crying in my crib about not trick-or-treating, seeing my first “flying-leaf” insect) and a lot of other random tidbits
A lot of it I’ve been able to confirm as true, which is what has always intrigued me. How far back is average? I think the furthest I can grasp is around 2 years old or maybe a little less
Maybe some of it has to do with trauma-ish things or something? But I can literally remember the potpourri on my mom’s dresser when she was holding me, who was at my 3rd birthday… and just, kinda far back
What’s everyone else’s memory like here? I feel like my early pre-teens was kinda a blur, but my early childhood seems more vibrant sometimes. I dunno, I was just curious
I can remember grabbing green shag carpet while I was still crawling. The memory is still very tangible. I also remember the mirrors in the house, our yard, and touching a hot element of the stove. We moved out of that place before I turned 3.
I will be 50 next year.
I have very small flashes of my life from when I was very small. I can’t say if any of them are false memories. I certainly don’t experience them in a way I can think about what the furniture looked like or anything.
Youngest is when I was at my grandparents house. I was crawling past the door to the bedroom I slept in. It wasn’t a scary place for me but it was dark and I couldn’t see I in and I was scared and crawled past it fast. I think I was old enough to walk, but I wasn’t for some reason.
I remember moving out of an old house we lived in and it had a tire swing. I was definitely younger than kindergarten, but I don’t know exactly how old. I probably wouldn’t recognize the place if I drive past it, but maybe I would.
I remember sitting in a high chair at my grandparents cottage being fed bananas by a young girl with dark hair. I don’t remember her face at all. It might’ve been the granddaughter of my grandparents neighbor, or there’s a small chance it was my bio-mom. But if it was her that would have to be from the first few months of my life.
That’s all I have from before I was school age.
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Quite a bit. Most of it traumatic. A happier one was when I was nearly two I remember the last moon landing and how everyone was talking about it being the last one. I was really sad since it seemed like something I would want to do. As for the trauma I have far too many memories. Just one from around the same time. I remember my mother slapping me off the kitchen counter and ending up with a life long scar on my face. I have no idea what I did to ‘earn’ it.
I have 2 memories from when i was around 2 years old. 1 happened shortly after my second birthday where i got half my hand ripped off by a dog. I remember it pretty well too. Including the ride to the hospital. The other is where my father severely beat my mother. Both very traumatic memories and both i vividly remember.
Not my earliest but age 3 or so I had a similar dog experience. The next memory after that was us giving away the dog. Even though it bit me I was sad to see her go.
My earliest memory is from preschool around 4 years old.
The only memories I have before 3 that I know are real are traumatic.
My Grampy’s funereal day at my Granny’s house. I’m being carried down her driveway. Everything is so strange looking because the perspectives are so different from the norm. I can only assume it’s my mom carrying me. All I really remember is the trees with the black stripes for the gypsy moths.
I also remember being late in age 2 and I go to cross the street, see a car coming, so I come back. Then when I go to cross the street, I tripped and just happened to land my knee on a sharp stone. I remember lifting my knee and it was just entirely coated in blood. (I probably could have used like one stitch. It healed fine. Still have the scar)
Then nothing much until around 4 or 5 when it starts to come together and be more coherent.
My memory seems to come online surprisingly late.
The first memories kick in around 6, but really it’s just a few small disoriented flashbacks. At 11, I vividly remember my first relationships, but not much more.
Comprehensively, I remember myself since about 16. That’s when I can finally tell the order of events, and can visually recall key points.
Interestingly, I have otherwise good memory.
I have a handful and none of them really good. My parents divorced when I was 4 so they’re at the latest from them and some definitely younger.
My parents separated right before my 3rd birthday, and I still remember the argument (not the words, but the emotions and some actions). My mom threw a shoe and I remember thinking it was funny, because it landed on the window sill. I remember my dad leaving out the side door, and I guess it stuck with me cause he didn’t come back (not out of my life, just never came “home”). And then I remember my 3rd birthday party, who was there, and even a remote control car that my friend’s parents got me
But because of that, I can make a timeline a little easier, of whether my parents were together or not. And also which house, because they separated after moving to “my” second house
My first house we moved out of when I was maybe 2-ish. And I can still draw the layout, and what room was what. I can remember a Mr Yuk magnet on the fridge
My mom making fishsticks in the oven and they caught fire
A net of stuffed animals above my crib
Jumping in my crib and laughing with my sister, and then pretending to be asleep when the babysitter opened the door.
Shit, I still remember staring at that damn mobile above my crib a little, cause it was so soothing to me. I actually really liked that crib, it felt so safe lol
And then at our second house, I got a “big boy” bed and had my own room. Old memories are so strange in the way they’re recalled, almost like a fever dream or something
I remember my mom changing my diaper and then vomiting. It surprised me. Not sure how old i was.
I’ve forgotten most of my childhood. I have a few flashback memories per year, but otherwise, even for 3rd/4th grade, I barely remember anything. In general, the older you get, the more you’ll forget them, but some people do have better memories than others.
I have a memory of opening the refrigerator and being just about eye level with the bottom shelf. There was a large drawer beneath it. There was a pie on that shelf. I yelled to my mom, “What kind of pie is this?” Rhubarb, she tells me. I think, “Why would she make a rhubarb pie when she knows I don’t like rhubarb?”
Because the refrigerator was one of those with the “pull/lift latch” handles, it must have been in our first house. We moved out of that house when I was about two and a half.
My first memory is being in a car seat driving around bawling my head off because I didn’t know anyone around me. I was probably 14 to 18 months old.
I know how it was my birth father but he was never around, he still likes to complain about it as well but doesn’t know that I remember and that I still can feel the fear I felt.
Couldn’t tellnyou an age. Remember a singular thing about an old house my grandparents lived in. One room had stairs in it that lead to an attic you couldn’t enter without falling through. I remembered the stairs and was just recently told the attic was basically inaccessible.
Then we jump to who knows how old, both before I was ever in school, in a basement. On a folded out couch bed, playing video games. I also vaguely remember some Kids WB nonsense my brothers and I would watch on an old TV.
Those are basically the oldest memories I can think of, at least that I’m willing to share.
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I personally find these memories strange that I remember since my memory from before a 2nd open heart surgery I had done tend to be kinda fuzzy and all over the place.
I vaguely remember a trip to Hong Kong… visiting from mainland China.
Like I remember the double decker bus… the 輕鐵, 纜車…
I remember a Hotel Room and it need some keycard thing to unlock the door and you need the keycard placed in the… idk what you call it… like a slot you leave the keycard in order for the electricity to work, I guess they want to save electricity, since you need to the keycard to get back in. I remember a bunch of relatives being there but its all a blur.
Idk when the trip happened honestly, but saw some photos in a photo album and the date printed is something like 2005 (I think?, I kinda doubt my memories of looking at the photos), and I was born in 2002, so my earliest memories is about 3 years old I guess…
I vaguely remember kindergarden, remember having naps there…
1st 2nd grade slightly more to remember… but its still blurry.
Remember one time going to McDonalds…
Sometimes visiting parents villages
Some memories at the store/supermarket
The mall area
Exploring the mountains with dad
Honestly every memory before arriving in the US is all a blur, its like a past life.
Well I have a traumatic memory at around age 6 when I was in China… I commented that a lot here you can search through post history, but basically my older brother chased me around the apartment so I ran out the apartment and out the building… idk what exactly I was thinking at the time but probably something like home scary so I ended up going to my mom’s workplace only to find here not there, when I got home, there was a bunch of cops looking for me since I was reported missing.
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Anyways my most vibrant memories are of NYC, its merely like 3-4 years and those were my happiest and most interesting memories.
I felt like my life really began in NYC at 8 years old…
Perhaps that traumatic incident made it hard to remember China
Edit: I still remember the layout of the apartment I used to live in…
